Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Klein's expression hardened, and he said with absolute certainty:

“I assure you, I can accept a psychic investigation.”

Dunn leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile on his face.

"No need, I think Ms. Daly will also choose to believe you."

"Alright, you can leave now."

Klein nodded slightly, then turned and left Dunn's office.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Dunn called out to Klein, who was about to leave the room.

"Take this action report to Luo Yao and have her send a telegram to the Holy Temple."

……

University Street at night.

Livre looked at the sapphire ring on her hand and fell into deep thought.

As the White Witch was leaving, she pointed to the ring with her finger. Was she trying to give herself a hint?

She could sense that ever since her lower abdomen was pierced, some kind of spirit seemed to resonate with the sapphire ring.

Now, you can feel a spiritual energy slowly flowing within this ring.

Livre tried to empty her mind and body and quietly feel the spirituality within, but after several attempts, she could never quite grasp it.

Suddenly, she had a whimsical idea and placed the ring on her lower abdomen, imbuing herself with an aura of pleasure.

At this moment, the ring trembled slightly, emitting concentric circles of spiritual ripples.

Livre once again used her mind and body to sense the spiritual fluctuations within the ring and received a message:

This ring contains an extraordinary ability called 'Mirror Mark,' which comes from the Sequence 3 Immortal Witch and can be used to mark mirrors.

As long as the distance is within 1000 kilometers, one can travel from the other mirror to the marked mirror.

You can mark up to three mirrors at a time. If you want to add a new 'mirror mark' after marking three mirrors, you must first remove the previously left mirror marks.

That's an amazing ability...

Livre couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Chick really gave her a good thing this time. She wondered what his considerations were.

Could it be to improve their efficiency at sea and reach Pensie Port sooner?

To be honest, after several investigations, Livre still couldn't find the 'Binsi Port' that Chick mentioned.

However, Liviel wasn't too discouraged. Perhaps that place wasn't in this world, but in a hidden place like a mirror world. After all, it would be strange if a place that a true god cared about were so easy to find.

While pondering, Livre arrived at the small building at No. 46 University Road, Emily's residence.

She quietly climbed up to the second floor and entered Emily's room.

Emily was lying in bed, fast asleep, her gentle and beautiful profile like that of a goddess sleeping in the quiet night.

Livre gazed at Emily's sleeping face with a smile in her eyes, her heart filled with tenderness.

She picked up the sapphire ring, activated the 'Mirror Mark' ability, and left a mark on the dressing mirror on Emily's bedside table.

Then, she glanced at the beautiful sleeping face one last time, hesitated, and gently stroked her cheek.

Emily gave a soft hum, opening her sleepy eyes with some confusion. The night was quiet, without even a breeze. Only the mirror by the bedside shimmered with a faint light, as if a pair of eyes were quietly watching her.

……

Back at the hotel, Livre opened the package that Fors had taken from Mrs. Sharon's safe.

Inside the package was a palm-sized bone statue, vaguely resembling a beautiful woman with extremely long hair that extended all the way to her ankles, each strand distinct and thick like a venomous snake.

Although there are slight differences in appearance, Livre could sense that the statue was pointing to Chik.

This is the medium that Mrs. Sharon used to pray to Chick.

Liviel pondered silently before putting the statue away as well.

Although she wasn't interested in things that expressed respect to Chick, they were still spiritual materials that might be used as offerings in other ritual magic?

The parchment taken from the safe contained the potion recipe for Sequence 5, the Witch of Pain:

Main ingredients: the head of a flower-faced bat and the gallbladder of a two-tailed black snake.

Additional ingredients: 30 ml of blood from a spotted bat, 50 ml of blood from a seriously ill human, the tip of the tail of a two-tailed black snake, and 10 drops of Blue Essence Eucalyptus essential oil.

Promotion Ceremony: Surviving burning at the stake for fifteen minutes without using a substitute, and without losing one's mind.

"The main material can be replaced with Dorothy's extraordinary properties, and the auxiliary materials can be collected slowly, but what the hell is this ascension ritual? Does it require being burned at the stake for a quarter of an hour?"

Liviel already knew that a ritual was required to advance to Sequence 5, but she never imagined that the ritual for the Witch of Pain would be so bizarre. Burning at the stake for a quarter of an hour must have been incredibly painful; she truly lived up to her name as the Witch of Pain.

Well, maybe there's some hidden secret here that I can explore slowly. After all, I'm still quite a ways from fully digesting the Pleasure Potion.

Livre thought to herself, put away the parchment, and began packing her luggage.

Everything is settled in Tingen; tomorrow, we'll head back to Backlund.

Livre planned to travel from Backlund to Puerto Prids and find a passenger ship to sail out to sea.

They sailed south along the maritime trade routes of the Kingdom of Rune, inquiring about news of Binsi Port and Rowling along the way.

If you still can't find the location of Pensie Port, then ask Chick.

Livre didn't intend to pray to Him frequently. After each prayer to Chick, she felt her body, mind, and soul gradually separating, and the patterns on her lower abdomen became more and more profound, as if the spirituality within her was about to converge into another self...

At that moment, there was a ripple in the wall, and Fors used his ability to open doors to enter.

Her expression was sorrowful, and her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying.

"Is this our last night?"

She walked quietly to Livre's bedside and sat down beside her.

Livre forced a smile:

"Madam, why is this the last night? Are you trying to end things with me?"

Fors' mood did not improve because of Livre's joke; her expression remained sorrowful.

"A vast ocean has separated the love of so many people and buried the longing of so many... Every journey is an adventure, and it means that those who are separated may never see each other again."

A pang of sadness welled up in Livre's heart, but she forced a smile and sighed:

"You are not only a sentimental writer, but also a traveler, who has given travel a more sublime and tragic meaning."

Fors sighed:

"I also want to become a traveler, a traveler who can go wherever he wants, so that I can be by your side anytime."

Livre's emotions surged, and she slowly said:

"There will come a day when the symbol of an apprentice is a door, representing the ability to move between them. As you advance in the ranks, your ability to open doors will no longer be limited to the space between walls, but will extend to the two sides of the ocean."

Fors finally showed a slight smile:

"I hope so..."

Immediately, she reached out and gently stroked Livre's cheek, her eyes like water:

"It's the last night, let me help you digest some more potions."

……

The next room.

Xiu couldn't fall asleep for a long time, feeling both excited and under immense pressure.

After many years, she finally saw a glimmer of hope to clear her father's name, but this hope was too faint and far beyond what she could grasp at the moment.

The road ahead remains uncertain.

"Fortunately, I still have Fors and Miss Monroe to walk with me..."

A relieved smile appeared on Hugh's lips as he slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes in confusion and sat up in bed.

Strange noises seemed to be coming from next door again.

This had happened several times before, and each time she would have some doubts and knock on Miss Marilyn's door, only to find that her suspicions were wrong in the end.

Hugh sat on the bed, feeling a little depressed, wondering if he should knock on the door again. But would that damage the trust between him and Miss Marilyn?

After a while, she still got out of bed and went to the windowsill.

Hugh climbed out of the window and stood on the outdoor terrace, looking towards the terrace next door that belonged to Livre's room.

The sound was faint, sometimes faint, sometimes faint. Xiu gradually relaxed, thinking it might just be her imagination. After all, the hotel's soundproofing wasn't that good; with her extraordinary hearing, she could clearly hear the person next door speaking loudly from the balcony.

Just as she was about to return to her room, she suddenly sensed a faint spiritual fluctuation.

She turned around in surprise, looked at the terrace outside Livre's room, and activated her spiritual vision.

A nearly transparent film enveloped Livre's room, revealing it to her.

"This is the Wall of Spirituality!"

Hugh was immediately astonished. Why would Miss Marilyn Monroe set up a spiritual wall in the room? What was she trying to hide?

A bad feeling welled up in Hugh's heart, and combined with her past suspicions, it tormented her with a dull ache.

Never mind, Miss Marilyn, if I have wronged you, I will sincerely apologize to you!

Having made up his mind, Hugh lightly leaped onto the adjacent terrace and stood in front of the window of Livr's room.

She stepped shakily into the almost transparent spiritual wall.

In an instant, Fors's voice rang in my ears.

In an instant, Hugh's mind seemed to lose its reason. She uncontrollably kicked open the locked window and jumped into the room.

……

Tingen Railway Station.

Livre, Fors, and Hugh stood together on the platform, waiting for the train bound for Backlund.

Unlike the noisy passengers around them, the atmosphere between the three was as still as a dead winter.

Fors crossed her arms in front of her, her cheeks flushed, and her head drooped limply, like a girl who had done something wrong.

Hugh stood beside her, but deliberately kept a distance of several meters, his back to her, his expression gloomy, his eyes slightly red, and even his once vibrant golden hair now slumped helplessly in front of his forehead.

Livre stood in front of the two, her face also solemn, feeling as if she wanted to say something, but not knowing how.

At that moment, a long whistle sounded, and a huge, monster-like steam locomotive appeared from afar, pulling more than twenty carriages. It slowly came to a stop and opened the carriage doors toward the three ladies on the platform.

Hugh didn't say a word and went straight to the carriage. Fors kept her head down, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly followed behind her.

Livr sighed silently and followed them into the carriage.

The three of them booked a small private room that could seat four people. The room had two rows of seats facing each other, with a small dining table in the middle.

Hugh took her seat first, next to Fors, while Livre's seat was in another row.

But at this moment, Fors gazed at Hugh sitting there in the distance, her body trembling slightly, seemingly lacking the courage to sit with her. After all, Hugh had witnessed her shameful posture last night.

She turned her head and gave Livre a pleading look.

Livre sighed helplessly, gestured for Fors to sit in her seat, and then went to sit with Hugh.

She put down her luggage and sat down next to Hugh, but Hugh still turned his head to look out the window, as if there was no one beside him.

A few minutes later, the train began to move forward, and the atmosphere remained silent.

After a long pause, Livre finally spoke in a deep voice:

“Hugh, I know this has hit you hard. I’m sorry, Fors and I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

Xiu's petite body trembled slightly, and tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

She let out a long sigh, her voice trembling slightly.

"I originally thought the three of us were friends."

Livre said firmly: